Pushing It

She pulled away from him, concerned for a moment that he might have felt her cock, but no. He had this gorgeous dazed horny expression on his face. She smiled warmly at him.

"You know I've wanted this for a long time now," she said.

It was cute watching his brain trying to engage his mouth. "Yeah?" he managed.

"Oh yes." She stroked his cheek and ran her thumb over his lips. "You have such nice lips, I always wanted them to kiss me." A quick peck on the lips, then she pulled away again; his head attempted to follow hers. She grinned. "I've wanted them to do lots of things to me... Sit back down on the couch."

He nodded vigorously. "Yes ma'am!"

Ooh, he was calling her ma'am now. She liked that.

He was expecting her to sit down on the couch beside him, but instead she just stood over him. She bent down and gave the underside of his chin a stroke, tilting his head up so that she could kiss his lips again. She took his hands in hers and moved them to her breasts. He grabbed at them greedily, gratified by the soft moan she let out when his fingers touched her nipples.

Soon she was gently pushing him back onto the couch and climbing up on top of him. He was laying on the couch with her over him, his legs clamped between hers, her crotch hovering a few inches over his. She started undoing the buttons of his dress shirt. Once his torso was exposed she ran her hands along his chest and moaned, "Hmmm, you have a nice body Calvin."

He grinned at that. "So do you."

They kissed again, deeply, lustfully, hands all over each other. Calvin's cock was painfully hard under his dress pants now, and he wanted to grind it into her. He thrust upward, but she was just high up enough above him that his cock couldn't reach her.

What he didn't know was that Mallory's own cock was also rock hard, fully untucked now, burning against the fabric of her dress and desperate to make contact. God, she was feeling a torrent of contradictory emotions, caught up in the moment, starving for escalation yet terrified of what would happen when he became aware of her cock. Oh, she was reluctant to let him feel it, but when she noticed him thrusting up at her, well... how could she resist?

She lowered her body onto his. Even through all the layers of fabric, the sensation of his hardness against hers was still electrifying.

It was a solid second and a half before he reacted, pulling his face away from hers, a worried look in his eye. "What's that?"

"What's what?" she said with a mischievous grin.

"What's that in your pants?"

She gave his nose a nibble. "I'm not wearing pants silly."

"I mean..." he almost couldn't bear to say it, "do you have a dick?"

"Of course not," she said, and then ground it hard into him.

His eyes widened at that. He tried to wriggle out from under her, but she caught his shoulders and held him in place. "I, uhh, I think you do," he said, his voice quavering.

Another nose nibble. "Would I lie to you?" She ground her cock into him again.

"Ahhh! Y-yeah I think you would."

"Hmm. You're right, I would." She let out a small giggle. "Wanna know the truth? I never told you I was stopping at home first. And I don't have any party to go to tonight. I just wanted to bring you here," kiss on the forehead, "have a little fun with you."

He was trembling. That made her feel a little bit bad, yeah, but... the power she had over him now was absolutely intoxicating, she didn't have it in her to stop now.

"I, uh, I'm not into cock," he said.

She moved her head down to murmur right into his ear. "I can feel how hard you are. You know that right? So maybe you're not into cocks in general, but I think you're kind of into what's happening right now."

His mind was filled with a blank panic. She was right, he was still hard, this hadn't diminished his arousal at all. What did that mean, what the fuck did that mean?

"Tell me," she went on, "doesn't it feel good having my bulge against yours?" He said nothing, so again she asked, "Doesn't it?"

"Y-yeah," he admitted.

"Mmm. Feels good for me too. Oh I can tell you're nervous Calvin, but I promise, if you let me play with you I promise I'll make you cum." She gave him a long lick up the side of his neck; he let out a shuddering gasp at that. "Really hard," she added. "Sound good?"

He breathed deeply in and out a few times. She could feel how tense he was, how uncertain, but after a few moments he said, in a small voice, "Alright." And she could feel his body relax a little.

"Hnnggg," she let out an appreciative little growl and moved her face up to kiss him on the mouth again.

"Just one thing," Calvin said. Mallory paused. "You're not going to, like, try to fuck my ass are you?"

Mallory loomed there for a long moment. "Of course not," she lied. Quick kiss on his mouth. "Now take your pants off."

He wasn't sure if he trusted her, but his cock wanted out of his pants badly, so he moved his hands down to undo his belt.

"I'll get up," she said, "make it easier for you." And there she was, standing over him, red dress still hugging every curve of her body, but now with the unmistakable outline a huge, hard cock clearly visible. After a moment he noticed her studying his face, this proud horny look in her eye.

"I said take your pants off," she said. "And I'll take my dress off too." As he slid his pants and boxers down his legs, he watched as her dress slid down to the floor, revealing she wasn't wearing any underwear underneath it. He'd never seen anything like it, this gorgeous female body, fit and toned all over, curvy hips, nice full breasts... and coming out of the crotch, a massive cock.

She grinned at him. "Like what you see?"

He hesitated. "I... don't know."

"Hmm." Her eyes were fixed right on his cock, which was admittedly still rock hard. "I think you do like it," and she reached a hand down to grab his cock. He gasped at that. "Mmm, your cock looks tasty," she said in a low murmur. She got down on her knees beside the couch. "Mind if I taste it?"

"P-please," he breathed.

A second later her lips were around his cock, and he was writhing and squirming on the couch in a state of absolute bliss. The touch of her lips on his cock was so tender, so precise, the world inside her mouth so gorgeously warm and wet. The way her tongue was working the underside of his cock, running along the joint between head and shaft... God, his one bi friend Jayden had always sworn that men give better blowjobs than women "because they know what it's like to have a dick". He'd always rolled his eyes at that, but right now, he couldn't deny that this was the best head he'd ever gotten. By a wide margin. His breathing was ragged, his fingers desperately gripping the leather of the couch, the pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable.

After a few ecstatic minutes, she raised her mouth off his cock and looked up at him. "Feel good?"

He nodded desperately. "Yes, God yes."

"That's what I thought," she said with a smug grin. She gave the head of his cock a quick lick; her eyes burned with satisfaction at the moan he let out from that. "Could you do something for me?"

That made him tense. "What is it?"

"Could you get down on your knees on the floor, bending over the couch, your ass facing toward me?"

He looked at her suspiciously. "Why?"

"Cause I want you to," she said.

"You're going to try and fuck me, aren't you?"

"Of course not," she said, with a wicked glint in her eye that Calvin did not trust at all. "Just, I've always thought you had a nice ass, and I'd like to take a good look at it." He still hesitated. "C'mon, please? I've been so good to you so far, you can do this for me."

He sighed, and started getting in position.

"Good boy," she said. God, it did things to him when she said that.

I'm not going to fuck you, Mallory thought to herself as she watched him slide down off the couch. Not without a little more foreplay first.

Once he was bent over the couch her hands each grabbed an asscheek. "Hmmm, it looks just as good as I thought it would," she murmured. He felt her mouth move in and give his left cheek a nibble.

"Ah!" It didn't hurt particularly, just surprised him.

"Do you shave it?" she asked.

"No, it's- Ah!" She had nibbled his right cheek now. "It's just naturally pretty hairless."

"Hmm, well I love it."

He felt her hands spread his cheeks apart, which made him nervous. "Hey what are you- AH!"

She had put her tongue on his hole. Truly a strange sensation, slimy and dirty and kind of gross and yet... there was a pleasure in it. He felt her working her tongue deeper and deeper into him, heard her low moan of enjoyment as she ate at him. Felt kind of good, his hole being worked, being enjoyed. He could almost imagine himself letting her fuck him... but no, no, he didn't want that.

"St-stop it!" he said, weakly.

"Mmm, I don't wanna though," she said, and dove back in.

"Ah! Alright, this... this is fine- OOH! Just, you know, don't try to fuck me."

"I won't," she said. But as she kept licking and nibbling at his hole, the thought bouncing around her head was: keep pushing it, keep pushing it...

After a time she got up on her knees behind him, and started rubbing her cock up and down the length of his ass crack.

"Hey," he blurted out, "what are you doing?"

"Mmm," she purred, gently running her fingernails up his back, "I just wanted to feel my cock against your ass cheeks. I've fantasized about it for so long, you know..."

"Hnngg..." That was an undignified noise to make, he thought. She wasn't putting it inside him, but he could still feel her shaft slide against the sensitive tissue of his hole. Felt... teasing. Kind of good. He was a little tempted to let her... Nope. No, definitely not. "Just don't fuck me," he said.

"I won't." He could hear a smirk in her voice.

Mallory reached behind her for a bottle of lube she kept in a drawer of the coffee table. She worked some lube onto her cock and went back to rubbing her cock against his crack.

"Gah! What's that for?"

"Oh, just wanted to make it feel better to rub my cock against you," she said. "Lube always makes it feel better," and she reached down with her lubed up hand to stroke his cock. He let out a little moan at that. "You see?"

"I've used lube before," he said, somewhat peevishly. "Just, I don't know, it really seems like you're about to fuck me."

"How many times do I have to tell you?" she said, still in this amused tone that Calvin didn't trust at all. "I'm not going to."

He knew he should do something, try to get up, get away, but... there was this strange curiosity about what she'd do next. He didn't have any confidence she was telling the truth, but the fact that she was still saying she wouldn't do it gave him some kind of plausible deniability. He wasn't letting this happen because he wanted it, of course he didn't want it, she told him she wasn't going to do it. If it happened it was on her.

Rubbing her cock along his crack, psyching herself up to plunge into him, Mallory's heart was beating so fast, the anticipation was driving her crazy. At last she couldn't help herself anymore. She slid her cock down his crack one more time, positioned the tip of her cock against his hole, and pushed in, just a little.

"AH! What's that, then?" He sounded affronted.

"Ooh, I'm just putting the tip in, baby," she said, running her hands up his back to rest on his shoulders. "I'm not going to fuck you for real, my cock is just giving your hole a little kiss."

All at once it was too real for him. He tried to move away from her cock, but suddenly her hands on his shoulders were gripping tightly, holding him in place. He glared back at her. She just gave him a wink.

"Ah! You just went in deeper!"

"Oh come on baby," she said in this teasing tone, "the head isn't even all the way in yet."

"Yet?!"

She pushed in, slowly, slowly, and now the head disappeared inside, and now a little bit of the shaft...

"Nnh!" Calvin grunted. "I knew you were gonna fuck me, goddammit..."

"Ohhhh God," Mallory moaned, "you're so tight."

"Oh God," Calvin groaned, "you're so thick."

There was some pleasure in it, not that he'd admit it, but God it hurt, stretching him too much. Already it felt impossibly huge inside him, and it just kept going deeper, and deeper...

At last Mallory's cock was all the way inside. She spent a while holding it still, basking in the sensation of the tight sphincter twitching against the base of her cock, then slid her cock out a little before slowly sliding back in.

"Nnh! Nnh!" Calvin's body tensed up. Again, he tried to get away, but her hands on his shoulders held him down.

"Ohhhh, don't be such a baby," she teased, "I'm barely moving it." Gently, she slid out a little and back in. And again. And again...

She was being careful, trying not to hurt him too much, but self control was difficult right now. The physical sensation of her lubed cock rubbing against his insides was paradise, yes, but his little grunts and whimpers of protest as she fucked him were driving her crazy too. And more than anything, her head was buzzing with this elated sense of triumph, she got him, after all this time she finally got him, she could do anything to him now, yes yes YES!

Over time, her tempo quickened, her strokes got longer, and she went from gently sliding in and out to slamming into him with great force.

She was shaken from her reverie by Calvin gasping, "Oh God, it hurts."

Mallory paused. She looked down at Calvin's face. His face was twisted into an expression of pain, his eyes were visibly wet. She felt bad; she was just trying to have fun. She was enjoying messing with him, but she did want to make him feel good.

Maybe she should stop, but she didn't want to. She could salvage this, she was sure of it.

"Hey," she said in a tender voice. Cock still buried in him, she pulled his body up so that his back was pressed against the front of her body. She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I'm sorry I got kind of rough with you," she murmured, gently stroking his chest. "I just, ooh, I've wanted you for so long, I got kind of excited."

His body seemed a bit more relaxed now, but when he opened his mouth he said, reproachfully, "I told you I didn't want you to do this."

She kept running a gentle hand up and down his chest. "I know, but... it's like what you said, about never believing a girl when she tells you to leave her alone. About how you have to push it to get what you want. And I really wanted you. I don't know, I guess I thought if I pushed too far, you'd understand."

"I... okay?" He wasn't sure how he was supposed to respond to that. But it was starting to dawn on him that maybe he was kind of an asshole sometimes.

Her hand started sliding down his chest, toward his cock. "Hey," she said, "I promised I'd make you cum hard, right?"

"You don't have to- ahhhh!" Her hand was still slick with lube, which felt heavenly against his cock.

"Oh, but I promised, baby," she said. Suddenly, he felt push her cock into him a little, gently at first, followed by a slightly harder thrust.

"Ahhh! Okay, I'm still not sure about-"

"Ohhh, I'll be careful this time baby." She kissed his neck. "Come on, I bet it feels a lot better with my hand on your cock, yeah?"

"Hah! Ahh..." He wanted to deny it, but he knew the truth was audible in the sounds he was making. "Yeah, it feels- AH! It feels really good..." God, he felt dirty admitting it.

"Hmm it feels really good for me too baby," she purred into his ear. With her one hand still working his cock, with her own cock still sliding gently in and out of his hole, her other hand moved up to play with his nipple.

"Ah!" At first the sensation was too much, a little too intense but as she kept going, "Ohhhhh..." he started to find it enjoyable.

"Hmmm," she moaned, "you're such a sexy boy, you know that."

"Hah! Uhhh, thanks, I guess- Ooh!"

She had started giving him little nibbles along his neck, he could feel her making these hungry little growling noises into his flesh as she did it. She was fucking a bit more aggressively now too, but somehow he liked the sensation, the grinding of cock against his insides, the stretching of his sphincter, all that combined with the hand stroking his cock, the hand on his nipple, the mouth on his neck... most of all, the exhilirating sense of being enveloped by this woman, being enjoyed ravenously. It was all making him crazy, he felt a building pressure in him that begged for release. Without meaning to, he found himself rocking back and forth, thrusting his ass into her cock, his cock into her hand, finding a way to rub himself against her just right.

He could feel her excited gasp when she noticed him doing it. "Ohhh, you're loving being my bottom, aren't you boy?"

Calvin didn't respond. He couldn't. He was too lost in the moment, lost in the rhythm of his determined grinding on her cock, pushing closer and closer to orgasm...

"Ah!" He felt Mallory give his nipple a sharp tweak.

"Well? Are you loving it, boy?"

He nodded, desperately. "Ohhh God, fuck me!"

"Hmmmnnngg, you're a sexy little slut aren't you?"

She started fucking him harder, and this time his only thought was Oh God Yes!

"I'm going to have to bring you here to fuck you all the time now. You're mine now, boy."

She gave him a sharp bite on the neck. Immediately after, the first blast of semen shot out of him, hitting the leather of the back of the couch with a heavy "plup" noise.

"Oh... ohhhh..." He was shaking against Mallory's body as the orgasm wracked his body, shallow, gasping breaths, bursts of semen landing all over the couch.

"Hmmm, cum for me boy," she murmured against his neck.

When it was over, he stayed in place there in her arms for a few moments, her cock still buried inside him. He was still trembling, he felt like if she let go of him he might just collapse onto the floor.

Mallory was still incredibly hard. She'd been holding relatively still in him as he came, luxuriating in the sensation of his hole tightening and twitching against her cock, but she wanted to get started again. Gently, she thrust into his hole a little, and gave his cock a stroke.

"Argh!" He tensed at that. She paused. "Sorry, I'm just really sensitive right now."

She inhaled deeply. Part of her, a large part, wanted to keep going anyway, hold him down and make him take it, fuck him roughly until she buried a load in his ass. And, God, she was tempted, she figured she could do it, but... if she stopped now, it would end on a positive note.

She sighed. Time to stop pushing it. A kiss on his cheek, and she said, "That's fine. I jerked off just this morning, I probably couldn't cum right now anyway."

She slid her cock out of his ass; he let out a small gasp at the sensation. She stood up and started walking toward the kitchen.

"Besides," she said, opening the cupboard in the kitchen where she kept her cleaning supplies, "I've gotta clean your jizz off my couch before it dries."

"Oh, right," he said, scratching at the back of his head, "sorry 'bout that." He got off his knees and made some space between himself and the couch.

"Hey," she was walking back over now, damp paper towel in hand. She put a reassuring hand on his waist and gave him a warm smile, "I said I'd make you cum. I knew what would happen." Kiss on the forehead, and then she got to work, and Calvin got an eyeful of her bent over the couch, thigh muscles visibly tensed, her gorgeous round ass on full display, with her huge cock still incredibly hard between her legs. He wondered if maybe she'd let him fuck her someday.

As Mallory cleaned, she took a glance back at him admiring her body, and gave him a wink. She could see him flush a little at that. Cute. It was crazy, she thought to herself, how easily she'd slipped into the role of the dominant older woman. Just this morning, she couldn't imagine how to approach him, and now here they were. She didn't want the moment to be over. "Say," she said, glancing back at him again, "how would you like to spend the night here with me?"